At dusk, the pale green mountains and mountains seem to be covered with a hazy warm yellow.

A large river flows from the mountains and winds its way north. From a distance, the water is deep and deep, but from a closer look, the water is rippling and clear, reflecting the light of the setting sun and making the waves sparkling.

A dozen martial arts men with weapons came out from Zhujian Villa and rode north along the grassland along the river bank.

Che Jinfeng is among them.

He originally followed Chen Shouzheng's instructions, disguised himself, and went to Zhujian Villa to find his uncle Zhao Wangui.

Unexpectedly, Zhujian Villa seemed to pay special attention to their famous sword meeting this year. Not only Zhao Wangui was invited to go early, but there were already many wealthy people in the village who arrived two months in advance, and all the heroes gathered together.

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As soon as Che Jinfeng told the story about Han Wen Gong, not only Zhao Wangui was going to leave immediately, but there were also many people who were eager for success or envied Han Wen Gong's reputation and wanted to go with him.

Amidst the noisy sound of horses' hooves, Che Jinfeng lagged slightly behind and turned his eyes slightly to look at those people.

The noble young master following Zhao Wangui on the right side, with two burgundy ribbons hanging from his hair, looked like he had just passed his twenties, but he was already Jiang Jiusi, known as the "No. 1 Swordsman in Luoyang, the Eastern Capital"

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His father was the Minister of War in the imperial court. The so-called number one swordsman in Luoyang may have been exaggerated, but his status as a first-rate master cannot be faked.

Slightly behind Jiang Jiusi is the deputy leader of the Pai Gang, Chen Du, who is tall and powerful, with a chin like a steel needle.

In fact, the muscles on this man's body do not appear to be too strong, but his shoulders and arms are broad and strong, especially the exposed palms holding the reins, which are as big as cattail fans, with rugged and raised knuckles and distinct roots.

There is an extraordinary texture.

Although he was holding the reins in vain, as long as Che Jinfeng stared at his hands for a few breaths, he would inexplicably think that even the divine lion, dragon and elephant would be held by those hands and could not

Break free.

Compared with Jiang Jiusi, who has become famous in recent years, Chen Du has been immersed in the realm of first-class masters for a long time. He has been famous for decades, and his prestige in the martial arts is even higher than that of "Taoran Jinyu" Zhao Wangui.

When Che Jinfeng thought about it, the fact that Senior Chen was willing to rush to the Han Mansion to help was probably the biggest surprise of this trip for help.

Of course, except for Chen, Zhao, and Jiang, the three first-class masters, the rest of them are not ordinary people either.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar holding an iron fan is Li Tingsong, the head of the Luoxia Sect. The man with yellow hair and the sword on his back, and the scabbard is so narrow that it seems to be only one finger wide, is Nangong Lei, the head of the Nanfeng Sword Sect.

There are also Tie Qingzi, a master of hidden weapons in the southeast, Du Suisheng, a master of Chudi swordsmanship, Baili Bodhi, who is among the best among the lay disciples of this generation of Shaolin, and so on.

Even though these people are not top-notch masters, they are still qualified to receive early invitations from Sword Making Villa, and their skills are far superior to Che Jinfeng's.

Like Baili Bodhi, it is said that he already possesses the extraordinary power of six senses. He is only a little short of cultivating Qi and steel, and then he can completely enter the first-class realm.

The river gradually curved to the west in front, and the galloping horses also gradually changed direction along the river bank. When they were facing the brilliance of the setting sun in the west, the sunlight was shining directly, and the horses couldn't help but slow down slightly.

"I paid a visit to General Han at his residence last year. I remembered the direction. I walked out of Zhujian Villa and arrived here. It's already halfway through the journey."

Chen Du asked.

Che Jinfeng clapped his horse forward, got closer, and responded loudly: "Senior is right, we will be there in about thirty miles."

Chen Du nodded slightly and snorted coldly in his nose: "This Huoluo Dao is quite powerful. It is known as the Twenty-Four Protectors, and its envoys from all four directions are first-class masters. However, their identities are obscure and they don't know who they are.

Dare to take advantage of General Han."

Li Tingsong, the leader of Luoxia, said with a smile: "It was only when Wulin Zhengdao destroyed the demon sect and was recovering and recuperating that its vitality was greatly damaged, Huoluo Dao's popularity surged. It must have been that the past ten years have been so smooth that it lost its former glory.

I was so cautious when I first entered Yumen Pass, but I was so arrogant."

"But we can't underestimate them too much. Even if the actual number of those envoys and protectors is only 70%, they are already considered to be behemoths in the evil way."

Although Baili Bodhi is a lay disciple, he always hangs a string of rosary beads on his left hand, with one palm raised in front of his chest as usual, saying, "Even in Shaolin, I am afraid that I may not be able to count twenty first-class masters now."

At that time, among the masters of the army and the righteous martial arts, there were probably more than forty first-class figures who died in the southwest, and there were only ten or twenty people who were seriously injured and retired. As for those second-rate and third-rate generals and Jianghu people, even more

It's hard to explain clearly.

The existence of the Demonic Cult has not been forgotten even after ten years. Of course, this is because the battle to suppress the Liuzhao and intimidate Tibet and other foreign countries was an achievement worthy of great bragging.

Another reason is that the battle was so tragic that the family members of those who were killed or injured cannot help but feel heartbroken every time they remember it. How could they forget it so easily?

Take this group of people as an example. The reason why they were willing to immediately set out to help when they heard that Han Wen Gong was being targeted was because they had some friendship with Han Wen Gong in the Southwest Army.

Although they are not soldiers, they have a close friendship of life and death.

As for Jiang Jiusi, it was probably because of the friendship between his father and Han Wengong in the court.

Che Jinfeng thought to himself: Fan's pitiful confession seemed to mention the identities of all the other protectors, all of whom were long-established figures in the evil world. Although some people had disappeared for a long time and their lives and deaths were uncertain, his words were conclusive.

It is probably true to say that he joined the Huo Luo Dao.

However, I'd better wait until they arrive at Han Mansion before I mention this matter again and give them my confession...

The halo of the sun in the western sky became a little darker. Che Jinfeng clamped his legs on the horse's belly and hurried forward with everyone. He looked up and down, thinking that he should be able to enter the city and arrive at Han Mansion before sunset.

Not far ahead, there is a forest beside the road, with many willow trees and willow branches, all of which are freshly sprouted buds.

Behind the many willows, under the shadows, the fortune teller transmitted a message into the secret and said: "There are more people than we expected."

Prince Meng said: "There are fewer people than I expected. Wu Pingqiang was also a person who participated in the Southwest War, but he didn't even want to come out. Heh, just to gain fame."

"Go ahead and kill as many as you can."

Prince Meng raised his eyelids, and the lower eyelids of his eyes suddenly seemed to be filled with azure luster, as pure blue as the sea, bright and moist.

He flexed the ring finger of his left hand and the other three fingers moved in an instant, tapping fourteen acupuncture points around the chest and abdomen.

When each acupuncture point is touched and the fingertips come into contact with the clothes, it seems as if a misty but immortal star is lit up.

The three guardians and fortune tellers from behind took out their palms at the same time, pressing their four hands on Prince Meng's back.

Four completely different types of pure and powerful Qi surged and burst out, like a river flowing into the sea. It should have caused a violent collision, but mysteriously, it was controlled and controlled by Prince Meng.

These four forces mixed with his own true energy, causing Prince Meng to straighten his spine unconsciously and raise his head.

The radiance of true energy flowed out from almost all the pores on his body, and his entire head seemed to have become some kind of mysterious light source with seven orifices at this moment.

Everyone was still at least a hundred meters away.

Chen Du's expression suddenly changed and he shouted angrily: "Be careful."

The horse he sat on trembled all over, its hooves flexed slightly, and the man on the horse disappeared.

The process of relying on Qi to perform movements is different from the process of simply relying on limbs to complete movements.

When Chen Du exerted force this time, he did not borrow the reaction force from the horse he was sitting on, but the zhenqi in his body was roaring. The various kinds of vitality everywhere in the world immediately echoed with his internal power, creating a powerful force.

of repulsion.

When those close at hand heard the warning, others were already high in the sky and sent a palm forward.

This palm directly set off a violent surge of energy high in the sky that penetrated the rainbow.

But at this moment, a sudden and alarming change in the willow forest appeared before our eyes.

It was a twisting light and a swirling aura. Even if one saw it with one's own eyes, one could not tell the specific color of the light, but it took in everything it passed.

Whether it was dust in the air, flying willow leaves, tender grass on the ground, gravel, or tall and strong willow trees, they all had no time to make a sound before they broke apart and flew into the air.

At least ten or more thick willow trunks scattered in various directions were wrapped in this force and bombarded.

What kind of power and size is that?

It's really like a small mountain being smashed over!

Chen Du's violent palm blow was already extremely shocking. Even if a dozen people stood in front of him at the same time, they would probably feel that the force of the palm was like a strong wind and fog, enough to encompass them all.

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But compared with the force on the opposite side, his palm was like a small witch meeting a big witch, a withered bamboo pole facing a lot of pillars.

That huge force carried countless debris, dispelling Chen Du's palm power, and swept past Chen Du.

But thanks to his warning, he stopped me at all.

Everyone abandoned their horses to evade.

Rumble, rumble————

The heavy object fell to the ground, and a dust wave exploded on the ground. When the grass cracked and the soil splashed, the dust flew up to a height of seven to eight meters, covering a large area with a diameter of forty to fifty meters, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.

With the eyesight of a martial arts master, in the thick dust and smoke, one can vaguely see the main trunks of the willow trees, falling in different directions, leaning into the ground, and the broken willow branches and leaves are still flying.

Phew! The horses neighed. Some lucky horses were not killed by this blow, but they were too frightened and ran out of the dust and smoke as if they were crazy.

The broken reins were flying in the air, the saddles on their backs were tilted and broken, and the horses fled in different directions.

Boom!

The dusty area was still expanding. In one corner, Chen Du's feet fell to the ground, blood surged in his chest, his face flushed, and the eardrums of both ears seemed to be bulging outwards, hurt.

However, he felt something familiar in the attack just now, and for a moment he seemed to forget about his injuries, and just gritted his teeth and growled.

"Huantian Liesu has a great magic power! Huantian Liesu has a magic power!!"

Chen Duyang shouted loudly, and his power turned into sound waves, sweeping away the dust around him, "Who is it?!"

Huantian Liesu Hun Dafa, one of the secret chapters of the Demon Cult, can be practiced at the elder level. It can temporarily mix the skills of completely different attributes into one and expedite them.

A single move bombarded in this way will cause far greater damage than the same number of people and the same level using force in the same direction.
To be continued...